Dunkelheit, the darkest night 
Dark cold earth foze to ice 
In frost and gloomy grim 
Die Dunkelheit, Grayish and glommy brume 
Where wolfs are howling deep 
Despair of funeral night, at grave of zion slaves. 
As night reveals me the truth 
Unholy wind blows chilly 
Through the hairs of black 
A grim perverted sorrow 
Sculpt me deep and dark 
Visage of frost and pain 
When night and fog, scarify my bleeding soul. 
On my darkthrone of unholy night, reign supreme my 
darkest legions from my scared keep of hell, screams of 
suffer of christians souls haunt the sky, the call of 
freezing bells of damnation. 

As the grey mist whispers silent, flaming words of 
wrath and hate. Came pale shadows of the night to give 
them my unholy might, from our forests deep & dark, 
path so nocturnal. 
Fullmoon of the mighty wolfs, drawes in a grayish act. 
Desolated blackness, a scorched soil in black. 
Emanates from stairs below, the pantheon so dark. 
Shivering in catacombs, black rain falls from the sky. 
In abyssic caves of darkness, Unknown and sad shadows. 
Blackened from th Styx below, destroy the bruning 
priests. Is my soul to reach the sin to brun the cross 
of lies. Wolfnacht rise in grim unholy fullmoon 
northern sky.